Friends

Due to a certain one person constantly invading themselves in my life. I am now placing all of my writings under a "friends only" restriction.
Seeing as how a certain person doesn't want to stop "persuading" themselves into my life. I now have to make certain that all of my words, and actions are kept under a certain secrecy so that this person doesn't see them.
and stays out of my life

SO

With that being said, if you would like to continue reading my writings, please... request me and i will be gladly allowing of you to read them.

However guests will not be allowed. Thank you.

BTW
Yes Kelsie... this mean's you.

i'm officially moved to tumblr, keep following ;-*
alexmariesnow.tumblr.com

What I feel now,
It's unusual. It's unreal. I feel something I haven't felt in months. A desire towards you. A pull towards your personality. I can already tell that you have the ability to bring out the best in me. Who I really can be. Who I truly am. You have that aspect about you. People talk down about you. But I don't care. I see what I see; and what I see is amazing in your own unique way.

I already know that she's going to be jealous reading this, I already expect the constant texts and the phone calls from her as soon as she reads this. Because she's too obsessive and too insane.

Yes.

That was a bash on you Kelsie.
Stop reading my shit and stay out of my life.


Now back on to the real stuff I'd like to talk about.

Your beauty, your reality, its unreal. Infatuation. My god... it's amazing.
I've spoken to you few times about how I feel about you.
But I want this to go somewhere.
I want us to be happy together. I want us to be able to wake up next to each other with nothing but smiles on our faces.

I foresee this all occurring, and I will make this happen to the best of my ability.

Just please give me that chance?

We will persevere. We will be happy. With, or without everyone's "help" and with, or without their acceptance.

A murder scene, a couple sprawled across the floor, blood covering the scene.
Love is still intact though, love is still obviously present.

Fight for what you believe in, fight for who you are, and fight for what is right.

The love, oh so very apparent... the two laying in a puddle of blood. Intertwined with each other, naked. Twisted amongst themselves with no care in the world. They passed together. Into the next world with nothing to hold them back except for the worldly possessions that held them back previously.

Spirit? No... just the bodies lay.

When the officers come to investigate... it's a story of the murder... that's about it. No care for the history of this couple. No history of what they were, who they were, what they could have been.

I bring myself to a reality that I don't have much of anything.
I have nothing in front of me just for a simple fact that I will NEVER have happiness with you in step behind me. I mean, at least I would figure that if you "truly" loved me then you would let me be and let me do my own thing... but apparently that isn't possible. I might as well just end my life and not worry about anything. Because what I do, what I say doesn't have any weight on anything.

Just so you know. I am attracted to a certain individual that ISN'T you. But that doesn't matter. Because I won't be able to have a relationship with this person with you around.

You destroy my life day by day because you are too selfish to realize what you are in fact doing.

Just let me live will you?

Do I want you dead? No... But I don't want you around. I don't EVER want to speak to you again. But you make this difficult because you don't leave me alone. It's your own damn fault.

Now please. Leave me alone.